FFXIV Write Day 8: Shed

"...Hey. Mint. When was the last time you cleaned?"

Mint looked up from her (if she said so herself) perfectly immaculate stovetop. "Huh? Why? Whenever I get time, Warrior of Light is a pretty full time job, you know. I'm not always here."

Krile pointed to a spot just behind the loft's support pillars.

Mint peeked behind and winced. Out of sight and out of mind was a small pile of fur, dusty and forgotten. It was *green.* No doubt about who's it was.

"Um. I'll go get the broom."